The Silence of the Lambs 1991 quotes, page 2

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First principles, Clarice. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing, ask: What is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek?

He kills women.

No, that is incidental. What is the first and principal thing he does, what needs does he serve by killing?

Anger, social resentment, sexual frustration ...

No, he covets. That's his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? Make an effort to answer, now.

No. We just ...

No. We begin by coveting what we see every day. Don't you feel eyes moving over your body, Clarice? And don't your eyes seek out the things you want?

Jack Crawford is helping your career, isn't he? Apparently he likes you, and you like him too.

I never thought about it.

Do you think that Jack Crawford wants you sexually? True, he is much older, but do you think he visualizes scenarios, exchanges, **** you?

That doesn't interest me, Doctor, and frankly, it's ... it's the sort of thing that Miggs would say.

Not anymore.

Now then, tell me. What did Miggs say to you? Multiple Miggs in the next cell. He hissed at you. What did he say?

He said, "I can smell your ****."

I see. I, myself, cannot. You use Evian skin cream, and sometimes you wear L'Air du Temps ... but not today.

Plum Island Animal Disease Research Center. Sounds charming.

That's only part of the island. There's a very, very nice beach. Terns nest there. There's beautiful ...

Terns? If I help you, Clarice, it will be "turns" for us too. Quid pro quo – I tell you things, you tell me things. Not about this case, though. About yourself. Quid pro quo. Yes or no?

[Pause]

Yes or no, Clarice? Poor little Catherine is waiting.

Go, doctor.

Tell me, Senator, did you nurse Catherine yourself?
Senator Ruth Martin: What?

Did you breast-feed her?
Krendler: Now, wait a minute ...
Sen. Martin: Yes, I did.

Toughened your nipples, didn't it?
Krendler: You son of a bitch!

Amputate a man's leg, and he can still feel it tickling. Tell me, ma'am, when your little girl is on the slab, where will it tickle you?
Sen. Martin: Take this thing back to Baltimore!

Five foot ten, strongly built, about a hundred and eighty pounds; hair blonde, eyes pale blue. He'd be about thirty-five now. He said he lived in Philadelphia, but may have lied. That's all I can remember, Mom, but if I think of any more, I will let you know. Oh, and Senator, just one more thing: love your suit.

Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent Starling? Enthrall me with your acumen.

It excites him. Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims.

I didn't.

No. No, you ate yours.

You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed? Pure West Virginia. What's your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you ... all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars ... while you could only dream of getting out ... getting anywhere ... getting all the way to the FBI.

You see a lot, doctor. But can you point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don't you – why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you're afraid to.

[about "Buffalo Bill"]

What a naughty boy he is! Do you know why he's called 'Buffalo Bill'? Please tell me - the newspapers won't say.

Well, it started as a bad joke in Kansas City homicide. They said, 'This one likes to skin his humps.'

Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent Starling? Enthrall me with your acumen.

It excites him. Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims.

I didn't.

No. No, you ate yours.

Billy is not a real trans-sexual, but he thinks he is. He tries to be. He's tried to be a lot of things, I expect.

And you said that I was very close to the way we would catch him. What did you mean, doctor?

There are three major centers for trans-sexual surgery: Johns Hopkins, the University of Minnesota, and Columbus Medical Center. I wouldn't be surprised if Billy had applied for sex reassignment at one or all of them, and been rejected.

On what basis would they reject him?

Look for severe childhood disturbances associated with violence. Our Billy wasn't born a criminal, Clarice. He was made one through years of systematic abuse. Billy hates his own identity, you see, and he thinks that makes him a trans-sexual. But his pathology is a thousand times more savage and more terrifying.

Quid pro quo. I tell you things, you tell me things. Not about this case, though, about yourself. Quid pro quo. Yes or no? Yes or no, Clarice? Poor little Catherine is waiting.

Go, Doctor.

What is your worst memory of childhood?

The death of my father.

Tell me about it and don't lie, or I'll know.

He was a town marshal, and... one night, he surprised two burglars coming out the back of a drugstore. They shot him.

Was he killed outright?

No, he was very strong, he lasted more than a month. My mother died when I was very young, so... my father had become the whole world to me, and, when he left me, I had nothing. I was ten years old.

You're very frank, Clarice. I think it would be quite something to know you in private life.

Quid pro quo, Doctor.

So tell me about Miss West Virginia. Was she a large girl?

Big through the hips? Roomy?

They all were.

What else?

She had an object deliberately inserted into her throat. Now, that hasn't been made public yet. We don't know what it means.

Was it a butterfly?

Yes. A moth. Just like the one we found in Benjamin Raspail's head an hour ago. Why does he place them there, Doctor?

The significance of the moth is change. Caterpillar into chrysalis, or pupa, and from thence into beauty. Our Billy wants to change, too.

You're not real FBI, are you?

I'm still in training at the Academy.

Jack Crawford sent a trainee to me?

Yes, I'm a student. I'm here to learn from you. Maybe you can decide for yourself whether or not I'm qualified enough to do that.

Mmm. That is rather slippery of you, Agent Starling. Sit, please. Now then, tell me. What did Miggs say to you? Multiple Miggs in the next cell. He hissed at you. What did he say?

He said, "I can smell your ****."

I see. I, myself, cannot. You use Evian skin cream, and sometimes you wear L'Air du Temps … but not today.

Did you do all those drawings, Doctor?

Ah. That is the Duomo seen from the Belvedere. You know Florence?

All that detail just from memory, sir?

Memory, Agent Starling, is what I have instead of a view.

Be very careful with Hannibal Lecter. Dr. Chilton at the asylum will go over all the physical procedures used with him. Do not deviate from them for any reason whatsoever. And you're to tell him nothing personal, Starling. Believe me, you don't want Hannibal Lecter inside your head. Just do your job, but never forget what he is.

And what is that?

[cut to Clarice's first trip to the psychiatric prison]

Oh, he's a monster. Pure psychopath. So rare to capture one alive. From a research point of view, Lecter is our most prized asset.
...

Crawford is very clever, isn't he, using you?

What do you mean, sir?

A pretty young woman to turn him on. I don't believe Lecter's even seen a woman in eight years. And, oh, are you ever his taste. So to speak.

I remember you from my seminar at UVA. You grilled me pretty hard, as I recall, on the bureau's civil rights record in the Hoover years. I gave you an A.

A-minus, Sir.

Just do your job, but never forget what he is.

And what is that?

[Cut to Clarice's first trip to the psychiatric prison]

Oh, he's a monster. Pure psychopath. So rare to capture one alive. From a research point of view, Lecter is our most prized asset.

It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it is told.

Catherine

Mister ... my family will pay cash. Whatever ransom you're asking for, they pay it.

It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again. [To his dog, Precious] Yes, it will, Precious, won't it? It will get the hose!

Catherine

Okay ... okay ... okay. Mister, if you let me go, I won't – I won't press charges, I promise. See, my mom is a real important woman ... I guess you already know that.

Now it places the lotion in the basket.

Catherine

Please! Please, I wanna go home! I wanna go home, please!

It places the lotion in the basket.

Catherine

I wanna see my mommy! Please, I wanna see my ...

Put the **** lotion in the basket!